Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.